The walls and gates of Nakhla had long been repaired after the battle for the port city. Towering into the sky it made anyone who looked upon them feel safe living inside of them. Mother stood in line, trying to enter the city. Ever since the war ended, trade had skyrocketed and it had become a common sight for entry to take long when entering.
Yet its atmosphere was a stark contrast to how it was during the invasion. She could hear the sound of hundreds talking, laughing, and arguing past the gate. Mother walked forward and paid the toll. She made sure to keep her head down slightly. She didn't know if the Empire was after her yet, but she didn't want to take any risks.
